Regal Tears

In the books it seems to be

The free wearing the gold crown

Secrets lie beneath the ruse

Bruises bring the regal down.

Sun Illusion

People heard that the great beach

Could reach far to the world's end

They thought the sand was perfect

But imperfection scorched them.

Vines of Honor

Vines trail up ancient stone walls

Whisper a small requiem

For history forgotten

For rotten people – yes, them.

Crowning

The young king was crowned that day,

In array wielding power,

He trembled, for he could see

Pleas for a higher power.

House's Womb

Some wisp of history floats

Like a boat in my bedroom

I remember someone stood

Here, in the woods – house's womb.

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